If you've ever said you missed me, then don't say you've never lied
That title happens to be a bit excessive. However, I do not care. I am htinking that I will eventually use every single line from that song as a title at some point or another.
Stayed home today. More like wouldn't really wake up. I mean, I woke up, but not until 11. And that's only because the cleaning staff came. I didn't get out of bed until 1. I'm still exhausted. And I have slept...16 hours out of the last...24? ish. And that's not counting school, where basically what I did was sleeping. Now my stomach hurts becasue I ate too much. No more food for me this week.
Um, anyway. I'm not supposed to go out tonight. This means that people should come over here. Only problem is, everybody is else having spectacular plans already, and who in the hell would rather come hang out with the slightly ill me? Even though some people would rather I wasn't included in their activities anyway. Fuck them.
Anyway, so basically, I think there's jsut more sleeping in store for me tonight. I desperately need a new book or five.
Maybe I should read bio. Hah.
Sing without a reason.
Well get a fucking reason.
yo ho
yo ho
a pirate's life for
~me
Friday, September 24, 2004
Thursday, September 23, 2004
Death by Cactus
I have never actually experienced death by cactus. Obviously- else, I'd be dead. But I can imagine what it's like. Each and every tiny, little, almost insignificant little thing pokes and prods at you until it punctures. Then you slowly and painfully bleed to death, while suffering hallucinations due to blood loss. This is death by cactus. This more or less summarises why everything sucks.
School sucked. I have lots of homework, none of which I plan on doing because I need to sleep after I'm done writing this. Also, when I woke up this morning, my whole fricking body was practically paralysed because every muscle in my torso seems to have swelled up and died. I also had no money for food, nor did I really think I wanted food, so I ate nothing.
Then we had a game. I was to play JV. Only, wait- every time some one shot the ball at me, I just sort of stared at it with abject interest. (Yes, and there was more ridiculing of my vocabulary- they've moved onto my GPA now.) And then Katie attempted to give me directives, and I stared again, blankly. This is when I realised that something was WRONG with me. So I talked to Katie, and basically told her that she didn't want me playing for her. Actually, I'm not really sure what I said. It's hazy in my mind.
So then I went with varsity, and watched JV, only, wait. I fell asleep. Bloody brilliant, I know. They ended up losing 3-1. I feel BAAAAAD, because poor Summer got stuck in goal, and she didn't belong there. (Although, if I played, it would have been like 6-1. If they were lucky.) Then the Blakes came, and since Eileen didn't want to be responsible for me, I was sent off with them. I went to their car and slept. The whole game. I really intended to wake up. But I was out like a light. So when the game was over, they came, and I asked Katie and Sarah the score, and they told me '8-0. We lost.' So those two were a bit pissy for a while, but I did eventually get more game details from them. I guess it was bad. Really bad. Like, 'we're not going to talk about it' bad.
Then I proceeded to eat WAY too much. Like I just kept stuffing my face- with tater chips. I don't even like potato crisps, what the hell was I thinking? And I had subway, and I finally got the banana I've been craving. Then, just to top things off, I get here, and the computer is being gay. So as a precaution, I am typing this on Microsoft Word.
And not to mention, there is no fun festivities harassing peoples tomorrow. And oh, yeah, practice is going to SUCK. Like beyond belief. I'm still sick, too. With my strange, zoned-out, not-enough-sleep like virus. It's better than the stupidity virus. I need to wash that one off now.
I really need to sleep. Of course, I actually have homework to do. Am I doing it? Hell no. Fuck it. I'm going to sleep more. Of course, I must actually attend class tomorrow. I have a Spanish test I must take. When is that? Oh, of course- last. Which means I can't even bother to leave school. For practice. That is going to suck.
Let's just see how I feel. Because everyone really cares and all.
P.S. Sorry to readers. This sucks. I know it. Things aren't really that bad. I'm just nursing an illness, and require vast amounts of bed rest.
yo ho
yo ho
A (lousy) pirate's life for
~me
I have never actually experienced death by cactus. Obviously- else, I'd be dead. But I can imagine what it's like. Each and every tiny, little, almost insignificant little thing pokes and prods at you until it punctures. Then you slowly and painfully bleed to death, while suffering hallucinations due to blood loss. This is death by cactus. This more or less summarises why everything sucks.
School sucked. I have lots of homework, none of which I plan on doing because I need to sleep after I'm done writing this. Also, when I woke up this morning, my whole fricking body was practically paralysed because every muscle in my torso seems to have swelled up and died. I also had no money for food, nor did I really think I wanted food, so I ate nothing.
Then we had a game. I was to play JV. Only, wait- every time some one shot the ball at me, I just sort of stared at it with abject interest. (Yes, and there was more ridiculing of my vocabulary- they've moved onto my GPA now.) And then Katie attempted to give me directives, and I stared again, blankly. This is when I realised that something was WRONG with me. So I talked to Katie, and basically told her that she didn't want me playing for her. Actually, I'm not really sure what I said. It's hazy in my mind.
So then I went with varsity, and watched JV, only, wait. I fell asleep. Bloody brilliant, I know. They ended up losing 3-1. I feel BAAAAAD, because poor Summer got stuck in goal, and she didn't belong there. (Although, if I played, it would have been like 6-1. If they were lucky.) Then the Blakes came, and since Eileen didn't want to be responsible for me, I was sent off with them. I went to their car and slept. The whole game. I really intended to wake up. But I was out like a light. So when the game was over, they came, and I asked Katie and Sarah the score, and they told me '8-0. We lost.' So those two were a bit pissy for a while, but I did eventually get more game details from them. I guess it was bad. Really bad. Like, 'we're not going to talk about it' bad.
Then I proceeded to eat WAY too much. Like I just kept stuffing my face- with tater chips. I don't even like potato crisps, what the hell was I thinking? And I had subway, and I finally got the banana I've been craving. Then, just to top things off, I get here, and the computer is being gay. So as a precaution, I am typing this on Microsoft Word.
And not to mention, there is no fun festivities harassing peoples tomorrow. And oh, yeah, practice is going to SUCK. Like beyond belief. I'm still sick, too. With my strange, zoned-out, not-enough-sleep like virus. It's better than the stupidity virus. I need to wash that one off now.
I really need to sleep. Of course, I actually have homework to do. Am I doing it? Hell no. Fuck it. I'm going to sleep more. Of course, I must actually attend class tomorrow. I have a Spanish test I must take. When is that? Oh, of course- last. Which means I can't even bother to leave school. For practice. That is going to suck.
Let's just see how I feel. Because everyone really cares and all.
P.S. Sorry to readers. This sucks. I know it. Things aren't really that bad. I'm just nursing an illness, and require vast amounts of bed rest.
yo ho
yo ho
A (lousy) pirate's life for
~me
Wednesday, September 22, 2004
Tally that One, Roger...
Well, today was fun.
It all started at around 11:30 last night when bodine informed me that she was going on a fast. At random, I decided to join her. So now, nearly 24 hours later (it's officially over at 12:00) I'm lightheaded. But there's cookie dough just around the corner. only... 47 minutes.
Anyway. More conspiracies. None against me. Against others. I'm not sure it's wise that I even know about them. My thirst for knowledge makes it impossible for me to resist the juicy hearsay, but it's seriously frazzling my brain. I shouldn't try to mediate. But history- how it does repeat itself.
::trouble letting go::
Maybe I should just wait it out for now. Who loves how completely enigmatic I am about my life in this bloge? Well, I must be. Plausible deniability and all that jazz.
Anyway, so today was :school, where Mr. Phillips actually yelled at us, which was horribly depressing. then soccer, where I practised with JV, also horribly depressing. After I met Bodine in the caf and we proceededto the Ed's/Iggy's soccer game, at Ed's. the JV game was kinda pointless, we just sat by ourselves mostly. But the Varsity game was mucho fun! We hung out with mostly Scott and Brady, but many other various peoples wandered in and out. There were so many people at the game- it was loco man. But it was also a lot of fun.
Anyway, my no food/sleep tiredness is kicking in. So I will wait for elizabeth's call, then to bed for me.
Some old-fashioned Zelda wisdom: Mediation is bad. Don't do it. Don't fall into the pit like I am. Stay. out.
yo ho
yo ho
a (stupid) pirate's life for
~me
Well, today was fun.
It all started at around 11:30 last night when bodine informed me that she was going on a fast. At random, I decided to join her. So now, nearly 24 hours later (it's officially over at 12:00) I'm lightheaded. But there's cookie dough just around the corner. only... 47 minutes.
Anyway. More conspiracies. None against me. Against others. I'm not sure it's wise that I even know about them. My thirst for knowledge makes it impossible for me to resist the juicy hearsay, but it's seriously frazzling my brain. I shouldn't try to mediate. But history- how it does repeat itself.
::trouble letting go::
Maybe I should just wait it out for now. Who loves how completely enigmatic I am about my life in this bloge? Well, I must be. Plausible deniability and all that jazz.
Anyway, so today was :school, where Mr. Phillips actually yelled at us, which was horribly depressing. then soccer, where I practised with JV, also horribly depressing. After I met Bodine in the caf and we proceededto the Ed's/Iggy's soccer game, at Ed's. the JV game was kinda pointless, we just sat by ourselves mostly. But the Varsity game was mucho fun! We hung out with mostly Scott and Brady, but many other various peoples wandered in and out. There were so many people at the game- it was loco man. But it was also a lot of fun.
Anyway, my no food/sleep tiredness is kicking in. So I will wait for elizabeth's call, then to bed for me.
Some old-fashioned Zelda wisdom: Mediation is bad. Don't do it. Don't fall into the pit like I am. Stay. out.
yo ho
yo ho
a (stupid) pirate's life for
~me
Tuesday, September 21, 2004
Personifying the Anomoly
That's me! The anomoly- not Matrix style, but still a separate, strange, and abnormal entity. I am the anomoly on the soccer team, if you are wondering. I have sequestered myself through my excessive vocabulary. Which, keep in mind, isn't all that expansive. However, it seems that once one surpasses aproxamently five letters (well, it depends on the word- I think defender might be the largest word they all know and understand) they are lost- dazed and confused. Now, I'm not saying they are mean, or stupid in a bad way- well, mostly. but it's just that they are so...uninteligent. And- as I have discussed extensively with certain members of the team who can follow a strand of thought for longer than five seconds- the one thing I really hate is stupid people. To be a truly stupid person, one must lack the three basic types of knowledge: book smarts, street smarts, and common sense. They definately lack book intelligence and common sense, and I am not so sure that their street inteligence is much higher up on the scale. (though I have no doubt that it surpasses my own) Now, I don't want to say that I'm a genius, or that everyone is a moron. But come on.
I'm also anomalous for being the goalie. Miora and I are frequently shunned from the group because we can't do whatever they are (such as drills that involve dribbling the ball...) Poor us, I know. Plus. Inteligence. Not a good thing to have on the team. Not that I feel like they are mean (although Gross does burst into laughter whenever she looks at me) or purposfully degrading, but we are just not the same kinds of people. The whole team is horrible separated. It's an internal rift that has no specific cause. It's quite a bit depressing. But I'll get over it.
Anyway. Moving on...
So I am going to fast tomorrow, alongside bodine, steg, mary, and cornelius. No, I'm not sure why. But I guess we are?
In the meantime. I found out muchas cosas from elizabeth today. It seems I missed out on quite a lot over the weekend. I'm not sure if that's a good or a bad thing. I suppose it depends on who's shoes one is standing in. I mean, I just missed on information- obviously, major crisies never occur to me. But they do occur on the behalf of other persons I am aquainted with, and therefore spill like toxic radiation into my world. But I suppose me being a part of it has it's influences. Not to my benefit, but maybe to others'. Maybe.
Another short day at school, and long day at soccer. Being that I was free first, I capitalised on this free mod and jotted down to Caribou before school in persuit of a warm brew. Or just a mocha. but it kept me going all day, alond with that humungous scone that still has me full. (Along with the salmon. I like salmon. V. Much) It was an excellent way to start the day, if I do say so.
I must now commence the writing of the Bio lab. followed by further expansion of my vocabulary for the quiz tomorrow. After that, I shall be complete! Then perhaps early bed time- I need more sleep. And there's no sleeping in for tomorrow.
Speaking of which, I shall have a most exciting day. The Ed's/Iggy's soccer game shall be my entertainment, and I shall be going to said game with Bodine. Which therefore means I am sitting on the Ignatius side. Kindly don't beat me up, those few friends of mine at Ed's. Katie's boyfriend goes to Iggy's, therefore I shall be enjoying my time over there. Not to mention the soccer team will be mostly eds people, and I don't think I could handle all of them pointing me out as the weirdo (though I prefer anomoly, it's so much more Matrix-y) and laughing at everything I say.
Sometimes, it hurts not to be appreciated.
yo ho
yo ho
a (anomolous) pirate's life for
~me
You know, as large as my vocabulary is, I certainly can't spell for shit.
That's me! The anomoly- not Matrix style, but still a separate, strange, and abnormal entity. I am the anomoly on the soccer team, if you are wondering. I have sequestered myself through my excessive vocabulary. Which, keep in mind, isn't all that expansive. However, it seems that once one surpasses aproxamently five letters (well, it depends on the word- I think defender might be the largest word they all know and understand) they are lost- dazed and confused. Now, I'm not saying they are mean, or stupid in a bad way- well, mostly. but it's just that they are so...uninteligent. And- as I have discussed extensively with certain members of the team who can follow a strand of thought for longer than five seconds- the one thing I really hate is stupid people. To be a truly stupid person, one must lack the three basic types of knowledge: book smarts, street smarts, and common sense. They definately lack book intelligence and common sense, and I am not so sure that their street inteligence is much higher up on the scale. (though I have no doubt that it surpasses my own) Now, I don't want to say that I'm a genius, or that everyone is a moron. But come on.
I'm also anomalous for being the goalie. Miora and I are frequently shunned from the group because we can't do whatever they are (such as drills that involve dribbling the ball...) Poor us, I know. Plus. Inteligence. Not a good thing to have on the team. Not that I feel like they are mean (although Gross does burst into laughter whenever she looks at me) or purposfully degrading, but we are just not the same kinds of people. The whole team is horrible separated. It's an internal rift that has no specific cause. It's quite a bit depressing. But I'll get over it.
Anyway. Moving on...
So I am going to fast tomorrow, alongside bodine, steg, mary, and cornelius. No, I'm not sure why. But I guess we are?
In the meantime. I found out muchas cosas from elizabeth today. It seems I missed out on quite a lot over the weekend. I'm not sure if that's a good or a bad thing. I suppose it depends on who's shoes one is standing in. I mean, I just missed on information- obviously, major crisies never occur to me. But they do occur on the behalf of other persons I am aquainted with, and therefore spill like toxic radiation into my world. But I suppose me being a part of it has it's influences. Not to my benefit, but maybe to others'. Maybe.
Another short day at school, and long day at soccer. Being that I was free first, I capitalised on this free mod and jotted down to Caribou before school in persuit of a warm brew. Or just a mocha. but it kept me going all day, alond with that humungous scone that still has me full. (Along with the salmon. I like salmon. V. Much) It was an excellent way to start the day, if I do say so.
I must now commence the writing of the Bio lab. followed by further expansion of my vocabulary for the quiz tomorrow. After that, I shall be complete! Then perhaps early bed time- I need more sleep. And there's no sleeping in for tomorrow.
Speaking of which, I shall have a most exciting day. The Ed's/Iggy's soccer game shall be my entertainment, and I shall be going to said game with Bodine. Which therefore means I am sitting on the Ignatius side. Kindly don't beat me up, those few friends of mine at Ed's. Katie's boyfriend goes to Iggy's, therefore I shall be enjoying my time over there. Not to mention the soccer team will be mostly eds people, and I don't think I could handle all of them pointing me out as the weirdo (though I prefer anomoly, it's so much more Matrix-y) and laughing at everything I say.
Sometimes, it hurts not to be appreciated.
yo ho
yo ho
a (anomolous) pirate's life for
~me
You know, as large as my vocabulary is, I certainly can't spell for shit.
Monday, September 20, 2004
We Will Meet Again...
Um, so. Kind of a short day at school, but soccer was kind enough to drag it out.
Anywayyyyy. So I read a lot in school today. And I've decided that I'm like, stupid. I spend precalc not doing precalc- but instead graphing random equations on my calc to see what kind of pretty patters I can get. It's most amusing. Try graphing sin(x) or cos(x) with different numbers around it. It's pretty sweet.you can make a DNA spiral. Omg. I really am a geek.
Anyway, so I read a lot, like I said. I did work, too. Actually answered some government questions- from last week, mind you. And Phillips was in a bit of a strop today. Partially due to Katie and I- we were hyper from our soccer candy at lunch. So we laughed all through the moment of scilence. And he was just sort of staring at us- in his stranged, stoned look, with sort of abject interest. Then I giggled out (mind you, we were laughing at nothing) "Lunch...lots of candy..she had it, too" ::points to Katie right in the face:: And he was like, oh, okay, and proceeded to teach, until Summer stood up,a nd said something about candy not being relavent to government (he was still talking about it. not that I listened...) and he got a bit peeved at her, and taught an actual class. Way to go Summer.
ANYWAY. Then at soccer we were talking about grades and classes. And Katie and I got a bit abused for not being the only morons of the soccer team. Well, that's an exaggeration. We're not smart, but we're not stupid, and we are losers who take a bunch of AP/honours classes. And they were talking about my excessive vocabulary (of which only miora and katie have proper appreciation of) and then Gross kept using big words, only in the wrong contexts. So she'd look at me for correction. Wow. I am the biggest loser on the soccer team. I got to play though- for about five minutes. Did okay, I suppose. Not that five minutes really shows a hell of a lot.
Now I'm back to reading. Mum got pulled over on the way home from soccer. She ran a stop sign. Good to know she's setting a good example. The guy let her off with a warning, though. But seriously. How inconvientent. I was most anticipating getting home and bathing.
Still can't figure out how to post those stupid kidnapping pictures, either. The link isn't working, and I cannot copy and paste. We'll have to be more computer literate over here.
Now, off to read, then to bed. I don't ahve to be at school until 9 tomorrow. Oh, the joy.
yo ho
yo ho
a (still quoting the movie) pirate's life for
~me
Um, so. Kind of a short day at school, but soccer was kind enough to drag it out.
Anywayyyyy. So I read a lot in school today. And I've decided that I'm like, stupid. I spend precalc not doing precalc- but instead graphing random equations on my calc to see what kind of pretty patters I can get. It's most amusing. Try graphing sin(x) or cos(x) with different numbers around it. It's pretty sweet.you can make a DNA spiral. Omg. I really am a geek.
Anyway, so I read a lot, like I said. I did work, too. Actually answered some government questions- from last week, mind you. And Phillips was in a bit of a strop today. Partially due to Katie and I- we were hyper from our soccer candy at lunch. So we laughed all through the moment of scilence. And he was just sort of staring at us- in his stranged, stoned look, with sort of abject interest. Then I giggled out (mind you, we were laughing at nothing) "Lunch...lots of candy..she had it, too" ::points to Katie right in the face:: And he was like, oh, okay, and proceeded to teach, until Summer stood up,a nd said something about candy not being relavent to government (he was still talking about it. not that I listened...) and he got a bit peeved at her, and taught an actual class. Way to go Summer.
ANYWAY. Then at soccer we were talking about grades and classes. And Katie and I got a bit abused for not being the only morons of the soccer team. Well, that's an exaggeration. We're not smart, but we're not stupid, and we are losers who take a bunch of AP/honours classes. And they were talking about my excessive vocabulary (of which only miora and katie have proper appreciation of) and then Gross kept using big words, only in the wrong contexts. So she'd look at me for correction. Wow. I am the biggest loser on the soccer team. I got to play though- for about five minutes. Did okay, I suppose. Not that five minutes really shows a hell of a lot.
Now I'm back to reading. Mum got pulled over on the way home from soccer. She ran a stop sign. Good to know she's setting a good example. The guy let her off with a warning, though. But seriously. How inconvientent. I was most anticipating getting home and bathing.
Still can't figure out how to post those stupid kidnapping pictures, either. The link isn't working, and I cannot copy and paste. We'll have to be more computer literate over here.
Now, off to read, then to bed. I don't ahve to be at school until 9 tomorrow. Oh, the joy.
yo ho
yo ho
a (still quoting the movie) pirate's life for
~me
Sunday, September 19, 2004
Make a Wish
I've run out of wishes to make. There's no more hope left for me. I've over-drawn on my account.
There is a preist here, and I don't like it. He's very nice and such, and brought over these interesting old coins and whatnot (I really am a geek) But priests make me feel uncomfortable, because my father tries to pretend I have been raised in the spirit of christ and all that shit. Which is, of course, complete garbage.
And then, I spent the day with my mother today. It wasn't too bad- we went to Border's and I got stuff at frontline (including 85 dollar gloves...) But while at Border's (where I bought four books...but two were for school, AP bio and Spanish Grammar) mother goes off on this pro-bush rampage. She's such a republican, it's disgusting. I mean, I'm not going to pretend to know a lot about the government, or pretend to be some awesome pro-kerry democrat, but she's kind of ignorant in her tirade. Her arguments are like, not logical. It's bothersome. People who don't really know why they're voting for who they are shouldn't be counted in the votes.
And for all of you wondering out there, if I could vote, I probably wouldn't. Mr. Phillips points out that it doesn't do a shitload of good. I love government, I really do.
Liberal sausage-eating democrats.
Speaking of those. Who called me at 1:04 AM? Because I answered and you didn't say anything... But I heard you talking...about how it was ringing...the phone I assume...anyway. Hopefully it wasn't important.
Um, so. Sometimes, I feel very very alone. But mi prima Andrea is great for that, I have decided. Being that she is in Texas, she so can't allow things to backfire in my face. But she's a good listener and such, and she has problems too, so we can complain together and not feel bad. I wish we were closer so that more bonding could go on. Maybe all that money I hoard could go towards shipping her up here over spring break. That would be mucho funo.
So I was just alarmed to find out that i know more about Catholic Theology than mis padres. How stupid. And they believe in the shit, too.
The priest left. Good. Now I can swear agian.
I bought an AP bio and a spanish grammar book at Border's today. I am hoping I might scrape an A in spanish this year. That's my goal. Well, A's in everything. But spanish will actually be a challenge.
Um, so. I am wondering. Is it actually possible to power a computer by hooking up a little kid to a wheel and making him run? J/W. Someone get back to me on that.
Anyway. I really feel like there are conspiracies going on behind my back. On the behalf of several people. None of whom I will mention- but I think the like six of you know who you are (and no, not all of you are in cahoots- I think there are actually multiple conspiracies going on)
So. The truth must be told. By someone at least.
Things to look forwardto this week: I might actually have to play tomorrow. In the varsity NO game, which is v.v.v. dangerous, because I suck too much to play. So I have to pray (because I'm so religious, remember? and I have so much hope?); the eds/iggys partido de futbol (soccer game); Friday's persuit of the evil. That's about it. Not too much in store for this weekend.
well, anyway. I must finally go to bed.
eventually.
yo ho
yo ho
a (benign) pirate's life for
~me
I've run out of wishes to make. There's no more hope left for me. I've over-drawn on my account.
There is a preist here, and I don't like it. He's very nice and such, and brought over these interesting old coins and whatnot (I really am a geek) But priests make me feel uncomfortable, because my father tries to pretend I have been raised in the spirit of christ and all that shit. Which is, of course, complete garbage.
And then, I spent the day with my mother today. It wasn't too bad- we went to Border's and I got stuff at frontline (including 85 dollar gloves...) But while at Border's (where I bought four books...but two were for school, AP bio and Spanish Grammar) mother goes off on this pro-bush rampage. She's such a republican, it's disgusting. I mean, I'm not going to pretend to know a lot about the government, or pretend to be some awesome pro-kerry democrat, but she's kind of ignorant in her tirade. Her arguments are like, not logical. It's bothersome. People who don't really know why they're voting for who they are shouldn't be counted in the votes.
And for all of you wondering out there, if I could vote, I probably wouldn't. Mr. Phillips points out that it doesn't do a shitload of good. I love government, I really do.
Liberal sausage-eating democrats.
Speaking of those. Who called me at 1:04 AM? Because I answered and you didn't say anything... But I heard you talking...about how it was ringing...the phone I assume...anyway. Hopefully it wasn't important.
Um, so. Sometimes, I feel very very alone. But mi prima Andrea is great for that, I have decided. Being that she is in Texas, she so can't allow things to backfire in my face. But she's a good listener and such, and she has problems too, so we can complain together and not feel bad. I wish we were closer so that more bonding could go on. Maybe all that money I hoard could go towards shipping her up here over spring break. That would be mucho funo.
So I was just alarmed to find out that i know more about Catholic Theology than mis padres. How stupid. And they believe in the shit, too.
The priest left. Good. Now I can swear agian.
I bought an AP bio and a spanish grammar book at Border's today. I am hoping I might scrape an A in spanish this year. That's my goal. Well, A's in everything. But spanish will actually be a challenge.
Um, so. I am wondering. Is it actually possible to power a computer by hooking up a little kid to a wheel and making him run? J/W. Someone get back to me on that.
Anyway. I really feel like there are conspiracies going on behind my back. On the behalf of several people. None of whom I will mention- but I think the like six of you know who you are (and no, not all of you are in cahoots- I think there are actually multiple conspiracies going on)
So. The truth must be told. By someone at least.
Things to look forwardto this week: I might actually have to play tomorrow. In the varsity NO game, which is v.v.v. dangerous, because I suck too much to play. So I have to pray (because I'm so religious, remember? and I have so much hope?); the eds/iggys partido de futbol (soccer game); Friday's persuit of the evil. That's about it. Not too much in store for this weekend.
well, anyway. I must finally go to bed.
eventually.
yo ho
yo ho
a (benign) pirate's life for
~me